A Ballad In Late November

by Ziad Dib Jreige   Nov 21, 2021


A Ballad In Late November

Black, grey, and white,
Clouds hastily fly,
Shielding the yellow light,
And painting with their flight,
Beauty across the sky.

Grey, white and black,
All streets look the same,
Soggy in every crack,
Few feet forth and back,
Rushing towards their aim.

White, black and grey,
It's sad for most of you,
Yet Oh! A pleasant day !
For me to live the way,
Spring is coming through.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Inspirational indeed! Love the rhymes in this and the flow, and holding on to that truth that spring will some day be here, even if it's not soon. It's also interesting how much weather and seasons can affect us, and how even in the cold and bleak days, we can find something out of it.

    • 3 years ago

      by Ziad Dib Jreige

      Poet of the piano

      You have given me, mu h encouragement and happiness,, yet I failed to give back to you.

      I am mu h pleased, though late, to read and ponder your interestingly eloquent feedbacks.

      Indeed, as you pointed out, seasons and nature, to however heeds and contemplates them, are much of an inspiration and a lesson.

      We definitely wait for spring after winter,
      Thus we shall wait and know, that the spring of hearts will come indeed after the heart wrenching coldness.

      Much respect and love to you

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